Hello everyone, I started writing a new story, I hope you like this one.

Context: this story will follow the storyline of the Disney movie 'Pocahontas', but it's with new scenes, since I'm bringing in a new perspective. This story will mostly follow the adventures of Brittany and Santana. Pocahontas and John are both definitely older then 18, around 23 or older. Brittany and Santana are around 21.

Basically this story could have happened in the movie, but was just not visible on screen. So you'll definitely recognize some things out of the movie if you've seen it (if you haven't watched it, then that's okay, I think you can read this story on its own). I'll try to make Santana and Brittany as authentic as possible, but I can't just make a copy and paste version of them out of the series, since they're not in high school, or living in the 21the century. So this story is definitely AU.

Oh and obviously I don't own anything about the characters, Glee or Pocahontas. Some sentences set in this story are literally used out of the movie, so I don't own any of that either of course. Getting serious for one second: I know Pocahontas is based on real events and it didn't bring any justice to the portrayal of the Powhatan tribal nation and everything around the (often cruel) historical facts that came with colonisation, invasions, war, … I know, out of a non-fictional point of view, the movie Pocahontas is historically incorrect and offensive. However, this is a fanfiction site, where we come to relax and read a (hopefully) entertaining fictional story, leaving the real world behind us for a moment. This story is just that, fiction. There is zero educational purpose in this story.

By no means does my story have any accuracy of real history and is not based on any real life events or humans that lived before us. I don't mean any disrespect to cultures I have no knowledge of, this story is pure fictional. There is nothing in this story that claims anything to have happened in history as we know. I just liked the movie Pocahontas through the innocence of children's eyes and I thought it would be fun to mix it up with the characters Brittany and Santana.

If you feel offended by this story or message, or think I am doing something wrong by publishing this, please tell me via private message or in a way I can contact you back. I'll try to understand and will definitely listen to your worries and opinion. We can try to figure out a solution through talking with each other. I won't/can't however react to guest reviews that claim I'm writing an offensive story without any context or space for conversation. I know I still have things to learn about this world, but please understand this story is meant to be fun and a cute fantasy exploration our imaginations like to travel too.

Anyway, I hope you'll like the first chapter :).

Chapter 1

One lock of blonde hair peeks out from under a sailor's cap. The owner, Brittany, quickly tries to cover it up. She raises her hand and pushes the lock back under her dark green hat. It's meant to cloak the length of her hair as best as possible.

Brittany is at the London Docks, standing in line to sign her name on a list. It's a piece of paper to keep track of the amount of volunteers that'll go on this voyage of the Virginia Company. The blonde didn't know until know they'll be keeping track to the names of men that will climb aboard the Susan Constant.

It's this enormous ship, anchored at the shore of London, that Brittany wants to set foot on. That's why she has to put down her name. To get on that ship and get the hell out of London.

Looking around her nervously, she notices some things. All around her, men are saying goodbye to their loved ones. Out of the corner of her eyes, she sees a young man hugging his wife. A small child on the shoulders of another guy tries to gain the gentleman's attention. The future explorer looks terrified to bid the woman goodbye. It makes the blonde wonders why he's even going on this excursion. But when a huge smile takes place on his face when the small child puts a hat on his head, all rational thoughts escape Brittany.

Perhaps he wants to show this little child that everything is possible. Or maybe he wants to save his family out of poverty. It doesn't matter. Every person has his own reasons to get on board this ship. It's not any of her business to know everyone's intention.

Nevertheless, seeing the excited child, not older than 5? It gives the blonde a feeling of nostalgia.

Oh how Brittany misses her young innocent mind when she was that young. Back then she thought fairytales where still reality. Everything was possible, as long as you believe in it hard enough … and if you have enough money to claim a place in this world…

A push from a sturdy looking man behind her, snaps her back to the present. Apparently the line has moved forward without her knowledge. There's only three men in front of her before it's her turn. She should definitely decide on a name to put down.

Obviously she can't use her real name, it's too … female. Woman are not allowed on this ship.

Should she use a common name? A more unique name? A short one? One that has two n's in it?

Brittany starts to panic, it's almost her turn! Only two persons to go …

One…

Zero…

Figuring she's making a way too big a deal out of her name-picking, she decides to just put Brit Pierce.

Brit, because … well, Brittany likes her name. She can say it's like a wink to the English people and Britain or something. It's not the most manly name, but who cares? Brit is already a nickname of hers, why not make it her alias for now?

As for her last name? Well… she definitely can't use her real family name either. People would get suspicious if she'd put Smith on that paper. People can't know or figure out she's John Smith's brother. No. That would raise too many questions about her connection with the legendary John Smith. It's too much attention. Her slim physique and womanly features will already make people wary of her presence on this ship.

It's 1607. Woman have no place on a ship. Especially if you're from the sophisticated London.

The docks of London are filled with men, waving goodbye to their wives and children. There's not a single woman who set foot on this dock to get on board themselve.

It's a foreign feature for Brittany. She doesn't get why there's such a strong line between women and men in the place she's born. Why is it she has to hide her being, to get onboard this ship? Why is it wrong of her to feel a desire to go on an exploration?

Her brother and every other person she talks about her need for adventure, call her naïve and out of this world for having an opinion like that. Adventure, fight and power is for men, not women.

She can't be the only woman in this world that wishes for adventure? She can't be the only one who seeks things a man can do without having to explain himself? Brittany really doesn't get it.

She's heard rumours and stories. Stories of other times, other cultures, where things aren't set in stone of what a woman can and cannot do.

Woman in Egyptian times could do every job a man could. Viking woman could become priests of their own religion. Woman of the maya's could fight if they wanted. Before stone was invented, women and men found ways to survive, together. A woman could do whatever the hell she wanted, just the same as a man.

But not here. Not in this land. Not with this religion. Women bare children and raise them before they die. That's their purpose. Keep them stupid and keep them repressed. Brutal strength is more important. War, religion and money … that's God for you. Or at least that's what the church wants you to believe.

Brittany doesn't hate Christianity. She doesn't hate God. She believes in him. The priests are just doing an incredibly bad job at translating what God stands for. Peace. Freedom. A place for every person in the world to blossom.

In Brittany's mind every person means a man and a woman, and every gender in between. Apparently in England, 1607, every person means all men. Everyone else is not important.

It's ridiculous. She hates the fact she has to hide that she's a woman. She hates the requirement for having to wear a disguise.

It's a good disguise though. A sailor's hat that hides half of her face. An oversized grey shirt she borrowed from her brother, nicely tucked into dark blue pants (also from her brother). To top it all off she wears ankle high boots, bringing her a decent comfort.

Nonetheless, her façade is for more than just hiding her gender and woman characteristics. It's also for her brother.

If he would notice her at these shores, he'll send her home immediately. He'll realise what she's up too and she'd be in big trouble.

Really big trouble, and her whole plan would fall apart. No way she'll get onboard this ship if he discovers her. No way he'd let her travel with him to the New World.

So no, the less her brother looks her way, the better.

Trumpets alert the arrive of the governor in a few minutes. Brit ignores them for now. Instead she navigates the area, looking for John. Deep blue eyes wander around the area. Seeing a flash of blonde to the right of her perspective she focuses on that. There is a blonde man, standing on a cannon, getting tilted up onto the ship. Brittany rolls her eyes, thinking to herself how typical it is of her brother to act like that.

You see, John has always been a lone wolf. It's always been like that.

She gets it though. She's a lone wolf too. It's theatrics like climbing on top of a cannon to get on board that she deeply dislikes. Nevertheless, she loves her brother immensely. He's the only one that matters in her life.

It's the same for John. Him and his sister, alone in the world.

They've had to survive this cruel world on their own since they were both very young. They survived their childhood together. Found courage and hope in each other. Their parents died from the plague. Normally they'd become orphans, placed in a new home that adults decide for them.

They didn't want that. The siblings didn't want to get separated, so they found a way to survive in the streets of London. Together. For more than twelve years until they became adults.

It made them inseparable. Brittany and John would die for each other if needed. They will do everything they can within their power to help each other. The Smiths got each other's back. No matter what. They've always loved each other so deeply. And will do so for the rest of their lives.

Unfortunately, a thick barrier came between them a few years ago. They're still each other's everything, but … ever since Brittany became an adult, something kept them further apart than ever…

John started to travel.

He sailed across dangerous seas, exploring New Worlds, fighting locals, looking for wealth and everything else an adventurer seeks on these voyages.

He's travelled a lot these past few years. Brittany barely sees her brother because of that. It's a miracle if she sees her brother once every winter and summer.

However, John didn't start to travel out of nowhere. No. He had his reasons… Guilt being the main one.

Being the older sibling, made him feel responsible for Brittany. Spending their childhood in poverty? It was hard, but they survived. Getting no perspective to a better, more wealthy live as an adult? It eats him up. He wants to give his sister everything her heart desires. But he can't.

John doesn't have the money to buy his sister the pretty clothes she deserves. He can't promise her food to eat every day. He can't buy her a nice house to grow old in. Can't promise her a peaceful life. He can't do any of those things.

In the end it shouldn't matter, because Brittany despises the things John wishes for her. It's bullshit in the younger sister's mind. She doesn't want a huge house, a spoiled rich, boring husband and dresses where she can barely breathe in. Sure, maybe there are some woman who want that, but that's not her.

Still, John doesn't listen to her when she tries to explain that to him. In his mind she doesn't want to burden him with her troubles. He believes Brittany does desire to have a life filled with luxuries and desires society wants you to desire.

Realising he can't fix that for her? It makes him feel powerless. Not being able to provide these things for his sister … it made him looking for a last resort. The resort every man thinks is the best solution to guilt … he ran away. Literally.

He looked for something to help his sister, trying to save her from the miserable life they were living in London.

Though, reality isn't a pirate treasure hunt movie. In all these years he's been on and off the island of England, he barely came back with extra dimes in his pocket. When he did, Brittany knew it was stolen from the foreigners. Brittany didn't want that. She didn't want anything John took from others without their consent or in a violent way.

In the end, his explorations weren't a way to 'safe' his sister. His loyalty and desire to help his sister may have been his motivation to travel, but it didn't gave him anything of value back. Except the longing for more adventure.

John discovered his love for traveling to New Worlds, telling his sister stories of how he came across foreigners and local people with completely different cultures. How he found new lands, completely different from London. How the ships are calling for him to travel further and further away from London …

There's a glint in John's eyes every time he speaks to Brittany about his travels. It's a hunger for new adventure. Something Brittany craves just as much. There's a longing in Brittany's eyes every time her brother comes back with new stories to tell. A longing for the same adventures. A longing to spend more time with her brother, away from London. A longing for seeking new land. Feel new soil under her feet, find new animals, cultures and people. It's all she ever dreams of.

Every time John comes back, Brittany asks the same question. Can she come with him?

The answer is always the same. No.

John always declines Brittany's desire to go with him, fearing the danger his travels bring with him. He doesn't want to risk his sister's life. He doesn't want to worry about her in a dangerous world. He doesn't think she can be happy in the cruel world that's out there.

John must not realise the world Brittany lives in right now, isn't that safe either.

Living in this city alone, as a young, beautiful woman is dangerous. Every night she needs to rush towards their home-claimed secluded barn, praying that there's not a group of men waiting around the corner with bad intentions.

Sure, Brittany can handle herself and has more strength and fighting skills then the average woman … but she can't overrule four or more men in an alleyway. It's still the real world…

The fact she never mentions these dangers to her brother, could be part of the reason he's not aware of the unsafety of London. Despite knowing it might convince her brother London isn't as safe as he thinks it is, Brittany isn't planning on telling him about her daily risks and threats. She knows her brother too well.

Despite his lacking of understanding her, she does realise she's the only important thing in his life. And he's very protective. If he'd knew what Brittany has to deal with every day … he'd freak out.

He'd freak out, and after all is done, he would threaten the wrong people and be dead by morning.

So no, Brittany never mentions the miserable life she's living here. Just as John doesn't mention how he misses her on his travels deeply and how he's survived things by utter luck. The plague. Rats. Dangerous storms where half the men fell overboard. Hostile people on newfound land. Warriors attacking their ships multiple times … it's an extremely dangerous path to follow. John has had his life on a thin thread more than he can count.

So no, not a single hair on his head wants his sister to be put in that kind of danger.

Though this time, Brittany is drawing the line.

John was in England for the past week, preparing himself for a new, very important exploring trip he heard of. Apparently there's rumours of a voyage to a New, undiscovered World. Every man who dares to come with, will be promised Glory, God and Gold. Whatever lame punch line that is, the blonde thinks to herself.

Another heated discussion passed between the siblings when Brittany begged to go with him. It's always the same. No means no to John. No way he'll let her set foot on a ship, filled with dangers and unpredicting risks to endure.

Sucks for him, because Brittany is her own woman, who can make her own decisions. This morning, after they bid each other goodbye, hugging deeply and whispering 'no matter what, I love you' into each other's ears, Brittany started to carry out a plan she made a long time ago.

When John went out the door, making his way to the Susan Constant, Brittany rushed towards her bed and grabbed away the clothes she hid there. Men's clothes. She's been keeping them there for a long time now. And now's the time to use them.

Not fifteen minutes after her brother left, she sneaked through the shadows of the small streets, towards the crowd surrounding the huge ship.

That's what's happening right now. Leaving the long line of men waiting to register their name, Brittany navigates her way towards the bridge of the boat, hiding her blonde locks once again.

"All aboard!"

Brittany takes one last look towards the skyline of London, the past twelve hours a distant memory already. There's no sadness. There's no regret.

She takes a deep breath and steps on the ladder confidently, climbing aboard the ship.

Step one, getting on board the ship unnoticed, went well. Now step two. Locate her brother's sleeping cabin and pray he's got a private one.

She figured that John's reputation of being the best and bravest English explorer of his time, will definitely get him a private shed to sleep in. At least she sincerely hopes so. Otherwise she could be in deep trouble. No way she'll sleep next to a stinking, snoring random crew member. No way she'll go to bed every night, dressing herself around other men, avoiding to accidentally reveal herself as a woman! She can't risk it. She needs to be able to close an eye without the fear of getting exposed.

"Aye John Smith, glad to have you onboard!" A man with dark curly hair calls out to her brother.

Brittany quickly falls into step behind her brother, hoping the first thing he'll do is drop his stuff at his hut. She tries to keep a decent distance between them, without losing him out of sight. She follows his blonde hair, similar to her own, and avoids bumping into the chaos that starts erupting around her. Men all over the deck start looking for a decent sleeping place on the ship.

There's a free-spirited and joyful mood on the ship. Everybody looks forward to the freedom and adventures they'll find in the New World. They're already some men fist fighting and checking their guns for gunpowder. Brittany cringes at the sight. She's not naïve, she knows there's a chance they'll have to fight. She's not sure yet how she'll avoid that, but that's a worry for another day. She cringes because she knows her brother has been part of those fights for years now. Seeing those cannons and guns up close, make her realise that much stronger how much danger her brother puts himself in to. And now she's near the danger too…

After another few strides they get to the end of the deck. The blonde is amazed by the amount of time it takes to shadow her brother towards his sleeping quarter. This Virginia Company must be extremely wealthy. How can a single company afford a ship, and voyage, like this?! Brittany is already ecstatic if she can buy a sweet extra at the bakery when she found another nickel on the ground somewhere!

"Watch out lad!"

Brittany stumbles backwards when she almost bumped into someone. The man in front of her doesn't give her another glimpse before he's already furthered his own journey on the ship. For the hundred time today she checks that her hair is kept in place. Quickly falling back in step with her brother she tries to pay more attention on her track.

Finally, after god knows how long, John slows his pace and stops at a small door.

Brittany lurks around, checking for any curious minds. Though nobody is paying attention to anyone else but themselves at the moment. It's perfect timing for the blonde, giving her the opportunity to find a good hiding place for the rest of the day.

She doesn't want her brother to see her, before a decent amount of miles are between them and their homeland. Her whole plan would fail if he'd sent her back home. Lord forbid John notices his sister here, when he might still find a way to send her back to the 'safety' of London.

Brittany shivers. Maybe not the best thoughts to think of right now.

In theory she knows she can walk around freely on the deck and the ship, as long as she keeps her disguise in place, but she's wary as long as her brother isn't aware of her presence. So for now, she'll use a hiding place.

Locating some wooden crates near John's cabin, Brittany makes herself comfortable behind them. The crates are probably filled with food and drinks for the upcoming weeks they'll be on this ship.

Brit's plan is simple. Wait until John walks out of his room, get inside it and stay there until her brother returns…

Only thing the blonde didn't calculated in her plan, was the incredibly long wait. When the sun has moved from east to south, Brittany dozes of for a moment. It's not until a strong wave makes the whole ship shiver that she's forced out of her slumber again.

Deciding to take a leap of faith, she stands up, stretches her limbs, and walks towards the place she saw her brother walk through. A curse escapes her mouth when she stops in front of two doors. Damn her and her bad orientation. She can't remember which one's the door to her brothers sleeping cabin?!

Her shoulders slump and she's uncertain of what to do next. After contemplating her options for a few moments, she decides to go back to her hiding place and wait a bit more. Hopefully her brother has left his room too and he'll go back by the end of the evening. Otherwise she's screwed for the night. It's cold as hell in here. Plus, sitting in such a small corner against wooden crates … there are better options to spend the night.

Though she's used to worse in London, this is still a ship. The illness people speak off when they get on a ship, is something Brittany has become aware of the moment they started sailing. Her stomach hasn't stopped making turns she never thought were possible of, her mind is twirling and dizzy, like the devil itself is running on a cartwheel inside her head.

It's going to be a looong day.

…

Grrrr. Woef. Grrrr.

Brittany jumps back into conscious from the bark. She looks around, noticing a cute small white dog. It's a small bulldog of some sort, wearing a strange baby blue collar around his neck. Brittany is already smitten by the sight of it. At first the dog is still hostile, showing his teeth and howling dangerously low. Yet after only two minutes he's already sleeping peacefully on Brittany's knee, like they've known each other for years.

It's a rare image to see. The dog is very hostile to people he doesn't know. He's a spoiled little animal, raised in extreme wealth. It made him a bit of a brat. But not to the blonde apparently. To be fair, Britt has always had a knack of getting animals to like her and vice versa. Animals love her. She loves animals.

Seems like this dog is no exception for falling for the charms of the blonde.

Though the sleeping position the dog lays in, limits Brittany's sleeping positions, she doesn't move. She can't bear to annoy the animal. Poor thing has to survive crossing the sea already. She doesn't want to give him more trouble. So if her knee can give him some support, then she will. She'll sleep with her legs crossed and her head against a wooden crate. No problem.

…

Crack. Crack. Click.

Brittany's mind becomes more and more aware of muffled sounds. It's a few men, already taken by strong beverages for the evening. They're wobbling on their own feet and speaking words that don't make any sense in the English language. Brittany judges, inwardly, about the lack of responsibility these men take on. What if a storm happens right now? The crew will have nothing but trouble with these drunken off, pain in the ass people.

The blonde wants to put her hand on the dog's head, but ends up empty handed. Twisting her torso around, she notices the dog has already left. He must have gotten hungry or something.

It gives Brittany the option to find a more comfortable position, but another sound freezes her actions.

Don't ask her how, but without even using her eyes she recognizes the step her brother is making. When she peeks through the crates, she sees her suspicion was right and it's her brother.

She inhales slowly, and exhales when she sees him walk through a door. She chastises herself, because if she would've guessed the room this afternoon, she would've gambled on the wrong one.

Good thing she decided to wait it out instead.

Looking left and right to check for other people, she rushes towards the door and opens it as quietly as possible. She peeks through and sees it's a very small space. There's only room for a small bed in one corner and a broken stool right next to the bed to put your stuff.

She laughs to herself when she sees her brother stumbling to change into his sleeping clothes, realising he hasn't noticed her yet. John always says he would be a great detective, because he hears and sees everything, but if Brittany would have a bad intention right now, she would have already had the opportunity to strangle him.

Her smile falters at the thought. It doesn't give her a lot of reassurance. Maybe he's afraid of her going out in the real world, but it doesn't look like he's got everything under control all the time either. The big knot of worry in her stomach takes over for a second. It's hard for her too, you know. Seeing your brother once or twice a year, never knowing if she'll ever see him again;

"Hey! Who are you?!"

Brittany shakes the image out of her head and notices her brother reaching for a knife he keeps in his boot, demanding to show her presence near the light of the two candles lighting up the room.

"Sssh. Brother it's me."

John immediately lowers his blade and grabs one of the candles; he approaches Brittany and takes in a frightened breath. He grabs her hat and her blonde locks fall down in the process. A gasp escapes his mouth and anger is visible in his features.

"Brittany, you half-wit, what the hell are you doing here? Do you realise in what kind of danger you put yourself in right now?!"

So, what do you guys think? I'm extremely curious to know your thoughts. Is this story a good idea? Is there anybody still interested in a story like this? Do you want any other characters in this story from Glee, or should I stick to Santana and Brittany? If I made any mistakes, feel free to tell me, I'm always open to your opinions. I also never have written something that's in another time period, so I don't know if I'll be any good at it.

I haven't written this story out completely, so it could take a while to finish this one, but I promise I'll give it a proper ending no matter what. Also, I don't have a beta, so if anybody would like that, feel free to contact me. If not, no pressure. Do whatever you feel good about.

Thank you for reading!

Have a nice week :)